The Sculptor Within Poem by Shalini Samuel

Pain expands, aching as shadows loom,
Like a thorny cactus, starved, yet it blooms.
It pierces the walls of the tender heart,
Outgrowing the fragile self, tearing apart.

You may weep, you may scream,
Pity from others, a fleeting gleam.
Some show kindness, while others pretend,
Words and aid, shallow gestures to lend.

Yet, the pain is genuine, a truth untold,
Carving the contours of a future yet to unfold.
But remember, amidst the anguish that binds,
Within you lies the sculptor, strength multiplied.